Praises

The Gods
Shed down flowers upon our days,
Give blessing to the dawn,
Voice their anger, 
Love their servents,
The dirt-

Clouds form their words,
Each is a different sylable of thought,
And mankind runs to, and fro underneath,
And the Gods will smile down on us-

They smile because they are happy,
God bless the light,
God damn the darkness,
Which has faded so far away,
With the Gods to lull me asleep,
I sleep in their praises-

                        lit by: Mister E.
           [C R E A T O R S  O F  I N T E N S E  A R T]